He rubbed for a moment, found a spot, pressed his hands on her pelvis, and sank down.
The two had been kissing and touching each other quite often, and apart from the last step, they were already very familiar with each other's bodies and knew exactly how to release their desires.
Xiang Lan suppressed her pain, not wanting to scream and frighten him, but in the end she still cried.
Her delicate, smooth skin enveloped him. Since it was impossible for the prescription to be taken out, he could only kiss away her tears and say, "It will be over in a moment."
It wouldn't get better in a little while; she was forced to finish it while crying.
After that, Xiang Lan lay sprawled on the bed, letting him wash her over and over. Seeing that she didn't speak, he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, still wanting more. She had become accustomed to the taste of desire before, and this time he was very careful and gentle, only causing a little pain; later, when she started to feel a little comfortable, it ended. She became addicted and not easily satisfied, saying, "Let's do it again later, I didn't taste anything just now."
Fang Zidu knew he had overestimated Xiang Lan's integrity, but another round would be wonderful.
The next morning, the two of them searched everywhere for the towel and finally found it in the corner of the bed. Sure enough, it had some scars and a dark red patch on it.
The two of them, who were completely shameless about exploring each other's bodies last night, are now extremely embarrassed.
She grabbed a towel and rushed to the bathroom, saying, "Hurry up and wash myself clean! Don't let the staff find out! If they tell Fang Jun, he'll laugh himself to death!"
So, early in the morning, the two of them busily washed towels.
Chapter 51
Once young people eat meat, they can never go back to being vegetarian.
After washing their towels, the two played on the windowsill again in the bright morning light. If it weren't for their rumbling stomachs and aching backs and legs, they wouldn't have wanted to go out at all.
After checking out at the bar, including the cost of yesterday's food, drinks, and entertainment, the bill came out to be quite a sum. Following Fang Jun's instructions, a good discount was given. Xiang Lan took Fang Zidu's card and paid without batting an eye. Heh heh, the money she won yesterday was enough to pay for more than ten of those meals.
Since the two had no car and couldn't easily get down the mountain, they had to call Liu Zewen and ask her to send their family driver to take them home. However, Xiang Zongnan, having learned of Fang Zidu's skills from his son, didn't believe it and insisted on taking them home so he could experience such card-playing skills firsthand.
Everyone in the Xiang family, except for Xiang Lan, loves this brain-training game, especially the elderly couple.
As soon as the car arrived at the villa's gate, Xiang Zongnan couldn't wait to come out and greet them. As soon as the two got out of the car, he hurriedly pulled Fang Zidu and said, "Zidu, let's stay home and play all day today. It's been a long time since Dad has met anyone who knows how to play cards."
It was Fang Zidu's first time visiting their house on the mountain. He looked around at the scenery, but unfortunately, there wasn't enough time for him to really see it.
Liu Zewen also came out from the side door. "Alright, hurry up and come inside. The card and chess room is all ready."
The two children looked at each other in bewilderment. Although mahjong was fun, did it really have such great magic?
Xiang Lan was pulled to join the table. Looking at her enthusiastic parents, her mind raced. She picked up a mahjong tile, tapped it on the table, and said, "Mahjong can be played, but there have to be rules."
"What rules?"
She raised an eyebrow at Fang Zidu and said, "Dad, Mom, you know that Zidu and I are poor. I'm currently unemployed, and he just started working. Our income is very low and pitiful."
The two old men were uncomfortable, haha, with Xiang Yuan's ironclad order suppressing them from above.
"I know you're in a difficult position; giving you money directly isn't appropriate. How about this: today we'll win money based on our skills—"
The prescription was both laughable and frustrating.
"This is good, this is good." The two elders agreed in unison; losing money while playing cards is understandable no matter how you look at it.
Xiang Lan said to him, "Honey, it's up to you today. Don't hold back."
It's promising that we can successfully break through the economic blockade imposed by my brother. That would be great.
Ultimately, he didn't play for a full day because he kept winning too much, and Liu Zewen couldn't take it anymore. Of course, it wasn't the money he couldn't stand, but rather the constant losing; he no longer found the game enjoyable. Puzzle games are fun because of the wins and losses; this one-sided domination was tiring and unpleasant.
Xiang Lan was laughing wildly while hugging a bunch of pink plush toys, and even dragged three other people to take selfies. In the end, she sent the photos to Xiang Yuan, which infuriated him.
Xiang Yuan was furious at his parents for being so useless, so he issued another ban: "From now on, you are not allowed to gamble with Fang Zi."
Xiang Lan was furious at his shameless behavior and posted a call for help on her WeChat Moments, saying, "Anyone need someone to play cards? My family members are all available."
"I don't have time, I'm very busy." Fang Zidu strongly disapproved of Xiang Lan's behavior. "This is not a serious matter, we can't waste too much time on it. Besides, this much money is enough for us to live on for a long time."
"A house, we still need a house!" Xiang Lan thought he lacked ambition. "We need to save up money to buy a house!"
Oh my god, the road to saving money is so long, when will it ever end?
Fang Zi had no choice but to lower her head, not wanting to expose her fantasy, and secretly sent a text message to Liu Nanyang, asking him to prepare what he needed.
Of course, Xiang Lan's challenge did not receive a positive response. Shen Chuan and Fang Jun replied pitifully, "Don't play cards with a humanoid computer, you're asking for trouble."
Being too smart can sometimes be a disadvantage, leaving you with no friends.
After entering the city, Fang Zidu suggested, "Let's go and take a look at my uncle's studio."
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't you give him the little portrait I sculpted last time? He gave you a booth and invited you to check it out. It's late today, and there's not much to do if you go back. Why don't you go?" He earnestly invited.
"They actually put it on display?" Xiang Lan asked in surprise. "Then let's go."
"Yes, he said there are other people who want to pay money to buy it."
"No way—" she said urgently, "How can you sell your photo to someone else? I don't want it for any amount of money. Let's go get it back."
"No rush, let's go take a look."
The car took the two to the art district. After getting out of the car, they strolled around, passing two or three large art exhibition centers. Xiang Lan said enviously, "I also have dreams."
"What dream?"
"A great artist whose art exhibitions are held all over the world."
The prescription remained silent.
Xiang Lan turned her head to look at him, "Why aren't you supporting us?"
"A wonderful dream."
"Perfunctory."
"When we have holidays, we can go out and see more art exhibitions to broaden our thinking," Fang Zidu earnestly suggested.
"What do you mean? You think my imagination isn't rich enough?" She was about to get angry.
"Well, didn't you say that beauty is the ultimate pursuit of art? I think we both need to keep learning."
"Don't you think I have any redeeming qualities?" Xiang Lan persisted.
Of course there are.
"Tell me quickly," he said, full of anticipation.
"Very honest, an honest work."
"Wow—" Xiang Lan chased after Fang Zi and punched him twice. "You think I'm not talented enough?"
Fangzi held her tightly, preventing her from running around, his face full of smiles. They played and joked until they reached the outside of Liu Nanyang's studio, where they saw him standing at the door talking to a woman.
Xiang Lan curiously peeked out to look; the person looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.
"It's Mia—"
She suddenly realized, and then wondered, "How does she know my uncle?"
Fangzi just smiled and didn't offer any hints.
Liu Nanyang and Mia's conversation went smoothly, both wearing smiles. Mia even tugged at his hand, and he raised his hand to kiss the back of her hand. As if they hadn't lingered long enough, Mia leaned closer, took his arm, and kissed him again.
Xiang Lan's lips parted slightly, about to speak, when she heard the click of a phone taking a picture beside her. Turning her head, she saw a glamorous woman holding a phone up to the two of them. Upon seeing Xiang Lan and Fang Zidu, the woman waved her phone and said "Hi!"
"Sister Milan, what a coincidence—" Xiang Lan had a good memory and immediately recalled, "You were—"
"I'm catching a lover in the act."
Xiang Lan and Fang Zi exchanged a glance. She felt a little uncomfortable. Surely Liu Nanyang, though unreliable, wasn't quite at the level of an adulterer? She tentatively asked, "Sister Milan, is Mia your sister?"
"You two know each other?"
"I've met her twice, and I've also eaten at her shop."
“That’s a coincidence. Do you know this man?” Milan pulled up a few photos. “I’ve been following him whenever I have free time lately, and I’ve finally found a clue.”
Xiang Lan hesitated, neither daring to say she knew him nor daring to say she didn't.
"Why did you suddenly decide to investigate?" Fang Zidu helped to smooth things over.
"Well, it's almost Children's Day, and my child is unhappy because while other kids go to school with their parents for the holiday, she always goes with her mom and aunt." Milan put away her phone and said angrily, "So I came to see what kind of magic potion she's been given to make her indulge that scumbag and not even care about her own daughter."
"Are you sure it's this man?" Fang Zidu asked again.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I’ve followed them several times, and this is the only time they’ve met a man.” Milan thought for a moment, “My child looks a little bit like this man.”
Xiang Lan forced herself to hold her breath and asked cautiously, "Can I see her photo?"
“Okay.” Milan was very generous. After pulling up the photos, she handed her the phone to her. She looked at them carefully, then showed them to Fang Zidu. Fang Zidu glanced at them but didn’t say anything.
“It’s too far away. Let me get closer and take a few more pictures so it’s easier to compare.” Milan took her phone and walked a little further, then suddenly said, “Hey, you still haven’t told me if you know this man? Also, are you here for fun or business?”
Liu Nanyang is a minor celebrity, and his studio is located here. You can easily find out by asking anyone, so there's no point in hiding it.
"He is my maternal uncle."
Milan stopped and turned to look at Lan. "Ha—"
"Not married, no kids, but probably has a lot of girlfriends," Milan said quickly, her eyes so captivating.
"Thanks, I'll go ask."
The two sisters dared not get too close. Milan strode over aggressively, and the atmosphere immediately turned tense. Mia seemed to want to pull Milan away, but Milan insisted on rushing up to Liu Nanyang to confront her. Liu Nanyang looked completely bewildered, as if he had no idea what was going on.
"Zidu, tell me, did my uncle really do this?" Xiang Lan couldn't believe it. Could it be that he really followed others in his artistic practice and did such an immoral thing?
“It’s not certain yet,” he answered cautiously. “However, I saw Mia talking to him here last time I was here.”
What did you come here for last time?
Fangzi remained silent, then said, "Let's go over there first."
The two walked over slowly and, sure enough, heard the two sisters arguing. Milan was indignant. "Mia, you don't consider Mili at all. She's almost eight years old. You can't give her a healthy mother's love, nor can you give her a healthy family. All you know is that for a man, you'd abandon your parents, your sisters, and even your daughter. If you don't want her, why bring her into this world to suffer? Is she just a tool for you to tie down a man?"
Mia hesitated, "You've misunderstood, it's not what you think—"
"So what is it? Tell me! If you don't explain yourself clearly, I'll come and confront this man every day. Don't believe me? Let's see!"